!!rV8GTu4cyt+ 05/30/11(Mon)22:12 No.15108286|
"Sylvia," you begin, grimacing at the poison, "Is there any way I could borrow a portion of your power? I need to keep fighting, at least until the Splinter is destroyed. I can't allow Modi to be the sole defender of this village, and of your forest."
She looks as you for a long moment, as though attempting to decide whether or not she's offended by the request. Finally she sighs, nodding slowly.
"I suppose so, Totemist. Let this be the first test of our mutual trust. I will entrust my power to you, and in exchange, you will afford me one favor of my choosing when this ordeal is done. Are we agreed?"
You think for a moment, and then an incredible lance of pain shoots up your arm. You nod, gasping slightly.
Sylviannis reaches up, plucking a strand of hair from her head. It quickly transforms into a ribbon of green light, which she ties around your wrist. You can feel the soothing, calming flow of the forest's power flow through your veins, and the burning sensation slowly fades. Sylviannis looks flushed, and she quickly turns away from you.
"Go now, Totemist. Finish this."
You stand, re-invigorated and ready for battle. You flip your knife in your hand, blasting off toward when Modi is engaged attempting to pull the Magus apart by his arms. As a jet of fire blasts through the arms, reducing them to slag and ash, you rush forward to meet him. He sees you coming, and as he falls he extends his arms in front of him, blue fire swirling through each finger.
> Roll 2d100, and roll high.